:thumbup:GOD BLESS THE PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read
that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old
farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a
rhetorical question.
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were
growing up?"
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I
was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to
church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family
reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I
disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad
report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of
the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth
my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed
out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and cocklebur's out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to
mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some
firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took
a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would
have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if
today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Praise the Lord, and thank Him for His delivering power!!!!!!!
Just thank Him for everything He has done, is doing, and is going to do! Praise God above! Still holding on until I have my sleep study done in May. Sometimes I get impatient:embaressed_smile:, but patience is a virtue, and so, I must wait. Please keep praying for my family and I. Thank you, prayer goes where no man can!
May we all have a blessed day with Jesus!